The Stoke City striker Ricardo Fuller has been arrested after an incident at a nightclub in the early hours of Sunday morning.

Bradford manager Stuart McCall has resigned following a meeting with the club's joint chairman Julian Rhodes.

It is clearly the time of year for our leading managers to be digging into their innermost soul. While Arsène Wenger reflected on questions of anger management after his untypical but highly successful half-time outburst at Anfield last Sunday, Sir Alex Ferguson has contributed to a book of life-lessons entitled "The Handbook of Life" produced for North West-based children's charities. He tells readers: "I have had a few good pieces of advice about life. Appreciate your youth, upbringing and the ideals that your parents have given you and through that you can enjoy life and pass these values to your own children. You should enjoy it and try and have a happy approach to it. My Dad told me when I was about to start work: 'If you are going to do something, do it well.' After 43 trophies as a manager, you could say he has lived up to that.

Two years ago, after Australia were knocked out of the Asia Cup, Mark Schwarzer did not go straight home. Instead, together his wife Paloma, he left Bangkok, where the team had been based, and headed for a refugee camp on the Burmese border.

It's a startling statistic: in one British city alone, 33 children under the age of 16 are missing from school rolls. Officials in Bradford have not been able to establish what has happened to them, and there are fears that some may have become victims of forced marriage.

They are the missing women of Bradford – the more than 200 teenage girls per year who disappear from their schools and fail to return from trips overseas. Where they go and whether they come back is not known, but is is feared that many are forced to marry abroad – and hundreds more like them across the country are vanishing every year.

As romantic celebrations go, it was a menu that revealed an awful lot. For John Prescott's 68th birthday dinner, his long-suffering wife Pauline cooked him a hotpot. Yes, a hotpot. Instead of braving the media, the cameras, the gawpers and the regular diners at his favourite Chinese restaurant in Hull, the Prescotts decided to batten down the hatches and celebrate behind closed doors at the family home. We owe the revelations about the homely fare on offer to John, of course. For Pauline, true to form, has said nothing. From the moment John put his foot in it by revealing that Pauline didn't want to mess up her hair at the party conference in Bournemouth several years ago, and so committed the environmental crime of taking the Jaguar 200 yards from her hotel to the delegates' hall, Pauline has wisely decided that the less she says about anything the better.

* Time was when Damien Hirst pickled his own animals, but these days he's slower to roll up his sleeves.

Only a curmudgeon could fail to respond positively to someone who wants to make us happy, so blame it on the weather, the time of the week or because I've already impotently advised against the wisdom of such an ambition. Besides, how could one not warm to Mr David Cameron, a man who is almost hoarse with sincerity?